Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 3068: Chapter 3066: Teaching Table Manners

”Even if it’s just a hypothetical, it’s still not okay. Don’t say things like that anymore. I hope that if anyone gets hurt, it’s me, never you. So stop saying such depressing things, alright?” Yes, he didn’t even want to hear that kind of talk.

Call him a coward, say he’s backing down, whatever; as long as he can avoid hearing it, he doesn’t want to hear any of it.

”Got it, our Mr. Chu really is overbearing. Okay, stop glaring at me, I’ll listen to you. Is that acceptable?” Qin Xue reached out to touch his face.

It’s not like she actually wanted to say those things either. It’s just that the way she came here was unusual, and who knows when the heavens might suddenly decide to take her life away. If they really did, later on even if she wanted to stay she wouldn’t be able to. It’s not about what she herself can do, it’s just something she has no control over, isn’t it?

In this life, having a man treat her like this—she could die without regrets.

Chu Molin had no idea what Qin Xue was thinking, or he would have been scared to death.

Qin Xue herself didn’t know why she suddenly became like this, but strangely enough, she was feeling especially sentimental today.

Since she saw that Chu Molin didn’t want to hear it, she simply stopped talking.

”Chu Molin, why do you think Cohen suddenly went back? I miss him.” Qin Xue looked up at the sky with a touch of melancholy. Once upon a time the whole family sat in this yard, watching the stars, playing around, chatting and laughing. It had been so happy.

Ever since Cohen left, there’s been far less laughter here, and it’s felt a lot emptier.

The two kids have been listless every day because Cohen is gone, and seeing them like that makes her mood sink too.

”He may just be a child, but he’s a good one. And his going back is only good for him, not bad. So don’t think that his leaving is a bad thing. On the contrary, he’s back by his father’s side now, and that’s what makes his life whole and without regret.” Chu Molin missed that boy too.

But he was very rational; he wouldn’t think Cohen’s departure was a bad thing.

He felt that Cohen’s leaving marked another turning point in his life, and also a new beginning.

The hopes in life are often the best things, yet at the same time they’re what we long for but cannot demand. So Cohen being able to meet his own father, Molin felt that was heaven watching over him—otherwise heaven wouldn’t have let him go back.

”Yeah, you’re right. I just don’t know what he’s doing now. I really want to know whether he’s been able to adapt after going back.” Qin Xue let out a sigh.

”I want to know too.” Chu Molin replied in a low voice.

And what was Cohen, the boy this couple kept thinking about, doing? Let’s take a look at how he’s doing now that he’s back with his own family.

”Young master, you can’t do it like that. You have to hold the knife this way, fork in the other hand, and then cut like this and eat.” Dam used his pitifully limited and clumsy vocabulary to teach Cohen how to use the silverware at meals.

”Dam, could you explain it more clearly? I don’t understand.” Cohen looked over at Dam, feeling very defeated.

They had been back here two or three days now, but he still didn’t understand the language. That so‑called father of his had said there would be a translator waiting, but after he got here he realized there wasn’t one at all. He was completely stunned—without a translator, how was he supposed to communicate with people?

So these past few days only Dam had been keeping him company, but this obviously wasn’t a long‑term solution. Because he didn’t even know how to use the tableware here to eat.

Watching other people do it so easily, he wanted to eat the way they did, but he found that he was using everything differently, awkwardly.

That’s why Dam kept repeating instructions in his ear about how to use them properly.

It’s just that his pathetic little bit of language talent really wasn’t something Cohen was looking down on; it just didn’t help much—Cohen couldn’t understand him.